Another Training Day!

Cicilia's blows put the woman on the ground, pathetically trying to crawl away as drool pooled against the mat from her lips. Fucking... Pathetic. Cicilia's forced her breathing under control and anger gave her strength, allowing her the ability to stomp after the poor, downed woman, reaching down and grabbing the back of her neck with her hand.

"Un. Believable." Cicilia growled, attempting to tug the massive woman to her feet. It was only as she pulled her up did she notice the distinct 4-inch height difference between them, let alone the distinct proportion difference. Cicilia always considered herself pretty physically gifted on the appearance front with a surprisingly soft face, large-ish breasts and a respectable butt but this girl was just ridiculous. She had breasts bigger than some people's heads and an ass that looked like it was inflated with an air-pump! She wore attire like she was going to a day-job at a brothel and NOW she was crawling away like a pathetic wounded insect after talking that big game!? Not right now.

"You are unbelievable." She said again. If she managed to raise the woman to her feet, Cicilia would throw an uppercut to her stomach, then another. She wanted her to FEEL all the pain she deserved for her idiocy today. Show her what real technique was.... What a laugh. "You talk that shit and fall to pieces like this? You're pathetic." Real, genuine venom dripped from the boxer's every word, her little Sayumi angel-on-her-shoulder suddenly bursting into flames, leaving Cicilai with only her tainted judgement. Adrenaline coursed through her body, giving her the strength she needed to keep up the fight, this dark and malevalent energy giving her the mental fortitude to keep up the punishment.

If those last too hits connected, Cicilia would cock her fist back before throwing a third one right into her solar-plexus, this punch harder than the others.

Marcella was durable in what she could take and keep her focus, but she wasn't anything special at defending her body or making sure it was properly held up against a volley of professionally displayed attacks, so when reaching for the rope she felt the grab at the back of her neck, causing a sharp little gasp like a kitten caught being quite naughty, reaching back she was wrung up straight to her feet facing the slightly shorter woman, only to receive not one, but two blows to her rather hard stomach, causing her to raise up to her tippy toes with a harsh gasp, leaning over the fist on the second blow, getting a moments rest whilst she was mocked and taunted to return oxygen to her lungs, only to be cruelly betrayed by this notion with another blow that rose her up off her feet, her eyes crossed in for a moment after this blow, saliva pooled up in her mouth before flinging out from between her lips and dribbling down her cleveage, she stood for a moment on shaky legs, before dropping down onto her knees infront of the woman.

Cicilia's nose crinkled with disgust as the woman dribbled spit all over herself before falling to her knees, once more, looking as pathetic and helpless as ever. She would've felt bad except she was asking for every last bit of what she got. The german spat harshly at the mat down by the woman's knee, glaring down at her with contempt. Truly, she was the biggest disappointment she'd ever seen... Worse than the newbies that come in here trying to take her down, worse than that redhead she fought as one of her first matches, worse than a lot of people.. Cicilia had NO respect for her.

"Is that it?" Are you going to kneel at my feet?" She asked, taking a few steps back and allowing the poor woman a moment of respite. "You're not going to fight me? Get the hell out of my ring." There was nothing more to say. If she didn't get up and provide a real challenge, she had no place in a fight. If she was just going to kneel there like a worthless sack of flesh, she could go pick her battles where she was worthy of them.

She was in a state of confusion for a moment, but her breathing regulated fairly fast, she sat there only for a few moments to regain her composure before standing up off her knees and right back to her feet. The pained and anguished look had left her face only to be replaced with anger, and a glare that shot straight into the eyes of her competitor. She clenched her fist, and lowered her center of gravity, and more like a bar fighter than a wrestler, she charged straight forward with reckless abandonment, however leaping at the last step reeling her right fist back, before at the height of her leaping momentum throwing it straight at the center of her competitions face, her entire body weight, all of her momentum, flinging all at once to the center of her nose.

Now, the German wasn't expecting the woman to get up so readily after how BADLY she took all those punches earlier. Any normal human that was practically vomiting after those uppercuts would've stayed down on the ground like the quivering mess they should've been. Not this girl... She must've been putting on a show for her benifit because suddenly she sprang up to her feet like she'd taken no damage at all, throwing a full-force punch RIGHT into the Juggernaut's face, her vision cracking into stars as she went FLYING back into the turnbuckle. Blood dripped from Cicilia's nose as her head spun slowly, little white lights dancing across her vision...

What the hell...? Where did all that come from...?

It wasn't the strongest punch she ever took, her sister ALWAYS taking that metal, and if she was at full power, she would've been able to take that punch and throw one back even more powerful! The way she was now... that might as well have been one of the more powerful blows she's felt. Her exhausted body wilted slightly, leaning into the turnbuckle for support...

She needed a second... or two. She couldn't fight while the world was spinning...

Marcella wasn't a very good wrestler, but even she realized an opportunity to press when she saw one. Her opponent was so dazed she'd be foolish not to take it for a bit of sweet revenge, so she rushed, blitzing right at her to keep her pressed to the turn buckle, the first thing she offered was a sweet taste of revenge, turning her whole body back before hurling a comet like upper cut straight towards the exposed belly of her opponent who seemed to be still seeing stars dancing across the ring, should this blow connect as she hoped, with the strength she typically displays she'd not only dig into her belly but lift her entirely off her feet to dangle on her fist*

Cicilia's eyes shot wide as the woman's fist DRILLED into her stomach like a cannon ball, forcing the Juggernaut to cough up a big wad of spit right there on the mat... That.... went beyond hurting... That punch went right down into her core, forcing a wave of nausia right up into her mouth... God, she felt like she was going to vomit if she had anything in her stomach to begin with... That's what you get for skipping breakfast to come here and train. The punch wasn't where it ended though, as the Woman used her position to lift Cicilia up a tad by the gut in which she'd planted her fist, practically impaling her on her hand and using her gravity to drill it harder into her stomach....

"GAAAH!" She gasped in protest, feeling her lungs actively refuse to take in air with that fist drilled into her gut... Desperate for freedom, Cicilia threw both of her hands around, with the intent of slamming her fists HARD into either ear of her attacker, discombobulating her with a loud CLAP ringing into her head. She had to get free... It was too painful to just hang there... Even with everything she was, tough, strong, mentally reinforced, she just couldn't take being held by the other woman's fist.

She couldn't help but become excited by the reaction of her opponent spewing up wads of saliva from her lips, grinding and twisting her fist into her gut while she hung there, she teased to this extent, unprepared for the retatliation that would come her way. But come it did, her fists crashing against her ears causing her vision to waver and her sense of hearing to ring, she was forced not only to drop the other woman but stumble back both of her hands clasping at her ears to try and regain her composure and sense of balance, groaning and whining a bit.

Cicilia fell to the mat as Marcella recoiled upon being hit, the juggernaut barely keeping herself up. She grabbed at her gut with one hand, using her other to force herself back to her feet. It hurt so much to move... Her stomach cramped and tightened as she dared to move so soon after that torturous punch... Gasping for air, Cicilia stumbled after the distracted bar-brawler, not wanting to give her any more time to recover than she'd already gotten. She cocked her fist back, throwing a sloppy hook at the woman's jaw before stepping out with her foot, intent on DRIVING it into her stomach. If she managed to land these blows and her challenger buckled under her boot, Cicilia would reach out and tuck the girl's head under her arm before falling back, driving her head into the mat with a vicious DDT!

Slugging it out wasn't working... She was going to have to incorporate wrestling if she was going to win this.... It'd been so long since she's been in this much pain in a match... Sweat was pouring down Cicilia's chest, arms and face as she struggled with her opponent, her body begging for her to stop... to quit before she destroyed herself!

...But it was something the German just couldn't do...

The first thing she noticed when she had finally realigned her vision was the womans fist coming out towards her jaw. She got a bit wide eyed but was able to pull her head back enough to narrowly avoid being clocked, however this jutted her gut out, exposing that to the second blow more than it would have originally, recieving the foot to her stomach brought her from confident grin to a spewing cough, saliva flung out from her lips causing her to reel forward, only to be ensnared in her grasp, and having her skull driven straight down into the mat, causing both of her legs to spasm before tensing and laying flat out face down under the woman, groaning out.